Dudley and His Gang go to Hogwarts
by: Jamesgurl7492
Summary: Who knew that butterbeer had a magical property that allowed muggles to become wizards? Big D and his friends find out much to the dismay of Harry.
Ships: This story isn't really romance but I WILL find a way to put all my fav. couples in this story so slight : Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Fred/Angelina, George/Alicia, Lee/Katie, Bill/Fleur, Percy/Penelope, Remus/Tonks, Seamus/Lavender, Dean/Pavarti.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I only own a few characters and the plot. (bottom lip starts to tremble and eyes begin to water). Life is j-just so unfair!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PS: The things that happened in both the OotP and the HBP happened just Sirius nor Dumbledore died.
Chapter 1: Damn Butterbeer
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The day in which this story begins is Friday June 13, 1997...
Dudley Dursley, Piers Polkiss, Gordan Gardner, Malcom Mandez, and Dennis Derikson were sitting in the family room of number four, Privet Drive. The owners of the home were away buying their son, Dudley, more presents for his birthday, which was an about a weeks time (June 23). They said they were going out of town for a business trip and would be back in a two days. His cousin Harry had just gotten home for the holiday.
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"I'm bored." Dudley groaned. Why did this summer have to be such a drag! Mark Evans moved, the dealer that they had always got their drugs from had been caught and arrested, and to top it all off Malcom's dad stopped smoking and drinking so there is no cigarettes or alcohol!
"Me too" agreed Piers.
"Hey do you think Potters got anything?" asked Gordan.
"What do you mean?" Dennis asked confused.
"Well he goes to St. Brutus's right D?" Gordan started to explain.
"Uh... Yea" was Dudley's reply.
"Well, That's a place for criminals and such so maybe he brought home some stuff." Gordan finished.
"Oh,... um, I think he is too much of a wuss to do something like that." Dudley nervously replied. He knew Potter didn't go to St. Brutus's so he probably wouldn't have anything like that unless... unless he had some magic stuff that was just as good if not better! "But you know... there is no harm in checking. I'll go look." he said dragging his fat ass off the couch and up the stairs to his second bedroom. He knew that Potter was out doing... something or another so he could go and look in his room.
He opened the door slowly afraid that something would just suddenly pop out at him, but nothing did. He walked slowly into the room, he looked around before he spotted his cousin's trunk in the left corner. He walked over to it and peeked inside it seemed to just be cloths and a few books. He reached in and pushed stuff around till he got to the bottom, nothing. "Damn." he swore slightly going over to look under Potter's bed, He saw nothing but dust. He was about to go check the wardrobe when something caught his eye. It appeared to be a lose floor board, he reached over and opened it and putting his hand inside he felt some things. He grabbed them and pulled them out. There was some old look paper... stuff, a silky cloak, and some bottles labeled 'Madam Rosmerta's Best Butterbeer' BEER! (A/N: Yes I do know that butterbeer is not alcoholic but Dudley does not) He put 5 bottles to the side and other things back under the board. Dudley walked out of the room and down the stairs with a grin on his face. He gave all of his friend a bottle and they opened it, taking a sip. It was the best damn thing that any of them had ever tasted!
"Wow this is some good stuff!" exclaimed Dennis happily. He put down the picture he was holding. It was one of the whole gang before Dudley and Piers went to Smelting, they were all between the ages of 10 & 11.
"Yea it is." said Malcom said surprised. Dudley leaned over to look at the picture that Dennis had just put down when he spilled some of his drink onto it.
"Shit!" he said trying to wipe the liquid off of the picture, but it was no use it had covered the entire photo. At the time it seemed to be nothing major at all but little did they know that at that moment their names were being wrote down in large book which sat on the desk in the office of Minerva McGonagall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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Monday, July 14, 1997
A little over a month later and a very hot summer's day, so most of the houses on Privet Drive had their windows wide open and number four was no exception. Vernon, Petunia, Dudley and Harry sat in the dining room of said number four, eating breakfast.
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"Potter give me the butter!" Dudley demanded of his cousin. Harry rolled his eyes and handed his pig of a cousin the butter. He was just finishing his milk when and owl flew into the kitchen. Uncle Vernon was starting to turn purple (honestly he should be use to it by now) while Aunt Petunia and Dudley looked annoyed, and Harry, who was still drinking his milk, held his hand out. The owl dropped Harry's letter in his hand but made an unexpected and unnoticed move and dropped another letter in-front of Dudley before flying out again.
"DAMN THOSE BLOODY OWLS! HOW OFTEN DO THEY COME IN HERE? HOW OFTEN? FREQUENTLY! THAT IS HOW BLOODY OFTEN! WHAT DOES THAT DAMN LETTER SAY IT BETTER BE PRETTY DAMN IMPORTANT OR YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE DOUBLE THE CHORES YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE FREELOADER!!!!!!" Uncle Vernon screamed. Harry again rolled his eyes as he looked at the letter.
"It's from my school" he said plainly, starting to open it.
"WHAT DOES THAT BLOODY FREAK SCHOOL HAVE TO SAY TO YOU?!" Uncle Vernon again screamed.
"Probably the usual." Harry replied dully opening the letter when something hit the table. Harry looked down his eyes widening. "I-I made Head Boy?" he whispered to himself.
"WHAT IS THAT?" Uncle Vernon asked... and as you probably guessed... still shouting.
"I-I made Head Boy?" Harry said louder this time so his relatives could hear. "Oh My God, I made Head Boy!" he said loud and happy a huge grin spread across his face.
"YOU MADE WHAT?" yelled/asked Uncle Vernon.
"Head Boy." Harry said not explaining it. Head Boy was something that even Uncle Vernon could understand the meaning of.
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANA-" Uncle Vernon started to rant/yell but was cut off by Dudley.
"Whats this?"
"Whats what duddy?" asked Aunt Petunia sweetly.
"This letter." replied Dudley holding up the letter.
"Oh, that." said Aunt Petunia taking the letter out of Dudley's hand and, without even looking at it threw it at Harry. He looked at it confused. Hogwarts usually only sends one letter, but this time when he looked at who it was addressed to it didn't say:
Mr. H. Potter
The Smallest Bedroom
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
it said:
Mr. D. Dursley
The Largest Bedroom
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
"Aunt Petunia." Harry stated confused.
"What?" she said clearly annoyed that he was talking to her.
"This letter isn't for me."
"Well who else could it be for?" she asked as if Harry was stupid for thinking it could be fore anyone but himself.
"Dudley."
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A/N: Okay so that's the first chapter... tada! please review and any mistakes you find